"I'm A Fake"The Used[Spoken:]Small, simple, safe priceRise the wake and carry me with all of my regretsThis is not a small cut that scabs, and dries, and flakes, and healsAnd I am not afraid to dieI'm not afraid to bleed, and fuck, and fight.I want the pain of paymentWhat's left, but a section of pigmy size cutsMuch like a slew of a thousand unwanted fucksWould you be my little cut?Would you be my thousand fucks?And make mark leaving space for the guilt to be liquidTo fill, and spill over, and under my thoughtsMy sad, sorry, selfish cry out to the cutterI'm cutting trying to picture your black broken heartLove is not like anythingEspecially a fucking knife

Look at me, you can tellBy the way I move and do my hairDo you think that it's me or it's not me?I don't even careI'm aliveI don't smellI'm the cleanest I have ever been.I feel big, I feel tall, I feel dry (dry)

Do I drink? Do I date?I've got perfect placement all my inkSatisfied, in your eyesI'm the biggest fan I've got right nowI made sure, that I look how I wanted to lookThe people around me, the people surround meI feel big, I feel tall, I feel dry (dry)

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My stomach hurts now, and all tied off in laceI pray, I beg for anything, to hit me in the faceand this sicknes isn't me, I pray to fall from graceThe last thing I see is feelingAnd I'm telling you I'm a fake [x4]And I'm telling you I'm...

I'm 15...today is my birthday!...yes I'm a girl...ummm....i can't think of much to say....my name is Julia. I come from a very conservative household, i'm love to play risk...haha i know that's weird...anything else just ask...I have a myspace.